Kill the person above you

[polymorph]

(Pulls out flamethrower)

Stop drop and roll bitch

[AngusMcTavish]

It's a method too tough to explain, but let me just say it involves a tractor, three tons of bricks, a rock on the accelerator, and the tool shed you happen to be hiding in.

[Kelly MacCornmac]

I don't know...but I think the canables sure would love some AngusHamburger or AngusSteak right now

[louisvuittonxo]

well, first i would slowly tear off your fingernails one by one.
then, i would suffocate you half to death with glad plastic wrap.
i would cut off your tounge and drink your blood then i would slice your wrist and bite your neck like a vampire. then i would end it off with breaking your spine and leaving you to slowly die.
THEN I WOULD RAPE YOU SO I COULD USE YOUR BLOOD AS LUBRICANT!
LMFAO!!

[polymorph]

I do that to you twice

[Thunderhorse]

I throw you in a barrel, stab several swords through it, light it on fire, throw it down the Grand Canyon, and destroy the remains with a few grenades.

[Pip Tweek]

I bury you in the ground up to your chin and then I take an ax and split your head open.

[AngusMcTavish]

Classic 16-ton-weight-on-your-head-type kill.

[Kelly MacCornmac]

Telephone poll line lands in a pool of water, which you are standing on and electricutes you. ...mmm cooked Angus

[AngusMcTavish]

Cap yo head...popped Corn.

[Pip Tweek]

I make a noose out of a bungee cord and wrap it around your neck. Then, I put you in a hot air balloon with the other end of the bungee cord fastened to the basket.

Then, once you're several hundred feet in the air, I operate a remote control from the ground that opens a trap door in the basket and you end up hanged in mid air and slowly ascending.

I watch for a while as the balloon continues to rise with your hanged corpse dangling beneath it. Then, as I start to walk away, someone says to me, "Hey! How are you going to bring that hot-air balloon back down?"

I react with and say, "like that's MY problem," and leave.

[AngusMcTavish]

I think I mentioned the old "shrink gun" before, who knows, but anyway, I use it on you until you're just about three inches tall. You manage to escape me and hide behind something--damn, you're fast--but once I call the Orkin man and have him fumigate the place for bugs, you will soon be choking to death on his chemical spray!

Bon appetit!

[polymorph]

Why does it need to be compicated, I have a knife you have a jugular vein it all works nicely.

[Pip Tweek]

Why does it need to be compicated

Because killing is an art.

Anyway...

As you're going to the laundromat to do your laundry, I follow you and sneak away with one of your shirts.

I use the shirt to familiarize several police dogs with your scent and train them to viciously attack whenever they catch your scent.

Then after the dogs are fully trained, I confine them to a small room in my house and invite you over to play video games. Then after we play a few rounds of [insert your favorite multi-player game here], I put my stereo on and play that song "Who Let the Dogs Out" really loud.

You look at me puzzled for a second, then resume playing. Then I take your old shirt and throw it at you. You instantly recognize it as the one you lost, you pick it up all confused and say "where the hell did you find this?"

I say "come with me, I'll show you," and I lead you to the room with the police dogs in it. And I say, "I found it in here!" then I open the door and the dogs come charging out and you are mangled to death to the tune of "Who Let The Dogs Out".

You are so badly mauled, you end up partially eaten. As you gasp your terminal breath, I say to you "this is all very complicated." Then you die.

[AngusMcTavish]

You ever see the movie for "The Wall," where the kids are falling into a giant meat grinder? Well, guess what! I found one of those while shopping last week, and I need your help in testing it.

You can be the meat. (crunch crunch...)

Ooh, this one was full of corn!